So the Boy and I drove out to the boonies to meet Cutter. He is... well, this!
The Boy and I have been talking about dogs since we started dating. We're both canine-lovers who have been feeling the pangs of missing our own. So we decided that when we moved in together, we could get a dog. More specifically, we could get a dog once we were settled in. So no dog in October (1st month? Heck no!); no dog November (still unpacking, etc); and no dog December (Xmas holidays: not fair to take in a rescue and then confuse him with a sitter/doggie day care). In October, though, I -- of course -- started looking at rescue sites, and fell a little bit in love with Cutter. He was a-dork-able, young, and gigantic. He's 90lbs at just under a year. And still pretty darned skinny. It was love at first sight, but I was sure there was no way he'd make it to November, nevermind December or January...
Then he did. Apparently everyone who applied to meet him already had young kids (he's in the clutzy, goofy stage where he'd knock them down and whatnot right now... and he's a rescue, so he's got a couple of things to work on). So he's been living in a foster home (with a bunch of dogs he adores). A coworker suggested that a month's not that long, so last week I emailed them... and yesterday we went out to meet him!
So. Many "!" s.
He's amazing: he's sweet, sucky, smart, a bit fearful, but not mean. He plays with the cats, he trips over his own (huge) feet... I don't think I can live without this beautiful man in my life.
And the Boy doesn't feel steam-rollered (very important): he loves him too!
We're going to do the home visit next Sunday (the day after our housewarming party and the same day I have a birthday and a brunch... oof!). He will meet Thesis (who will not be amused), and see our home, see his first elevator, and the lovely area wherein he might soon live.
I am so many shades of happy right now!